Finally, when Lin Bao knocked on the inner wall of the kitchen, there was a dull echo inside.

"Here."

Lin Bao spread his hands and pointed to the tiles on the wall.

In this old-fashioned building, the walls of the kitchen are made of palm-sized white tiles.

I looked at the tile, and the gap between the bricks fit so well that it didn't look like I had ever touched it at all.

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Chapter 200 of "The Years I Played with Tricky Pets" Pretending to be stupid or really stupid is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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